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When waves are breaking
(which is all the time),
what exactly are they breaking?

Faster and faster
the past passes
its messengers,
outruns the pony express

First there was the man poling
along the Missouri. He had many
secrets, which is why he was
there, for the river didn’t care.

My mother appeared in the doorway of the silver aircraft,
not anybody’s mother yet,
eighteen, warm-brown-eyed and slender in her
deep, soft, thick, ankle-length beaver coat.

what if she did not go home?
She snuffs the thought,
hardened into what she was,
but smaller.

if
You answer, or
Even dare to breath out
You’d plunge deep into the abyss

the boy’s mother is dragged into the snakehole.

I like the way the word time
feels in my mouth
how it passes tongue and lips

Long rubbery fingers prod
me inquisitively, as if I’m
some rare yielding fauna, hardly
sentient.

When we danced that night
in the pulsing blue smoke –
I dreamt of endless road trip summers
one dirty bar to the next –
a never-ending cruise on the knife edge
between child and adulthood –
of waking up dirty with grass in my hair
and smiling at you through the haze
of still-not-sober.

Just a small dash of milk to my coffee
lifts the heat and takes away bitterness.
At five Ante Meridiem,
the universe cracks open, light and warmth
Spread across the Verdant Mountain valley.